It, however, set off a pretty, slender figure, and the girl had fine brown hair, while the little ungloved fingers on pencil were white and shapely.

Alice Deringham wondered with a languid curiosity what her face was like, and felt a half contemptuous pity for her.

She did not consider such an occupation fitting for a woman.
Then her attention was diverted as a boy with a satchel calling out "_Colonist_," in a shrill nasal drawl, came in, and she vacantly watched a man who purchased a paper spread out the sheet.
"They've got that fellow up at Slocane," he said to a companion.

"Yes, sir, sent him down for trial, and it took a special guard to keep the boys off him.

I guess if he'd done it down our way they wouldn't have worried, but put him in a tar-keg and set a light to him.